A Short Story : A Story?

“PAPA!” She cried, as the tears ran down her face. When the creature flung her across the arena, Gabriel materialized before her, “So you like picking on children? Just like you enjoyed killing my son!” Gabriel stepped over Adelaide and stood in front of her protectively, “Why not take on someone your own size you bastard!”

She pounded on the wall and screamed at the top of her lungs, but eventually after her anger was unleashed she felt that it was futile and started to bite her tongue while tearing up.

Something breezes against her arm and she pulls away, her breath caught in her throat. She opens her eyes, turns her head and, chest heaving, sees Chloe staring at her; sees her violent blue eyes,

Percival gave one last yank on the locked metal pieces and they freed, but his hand flew up and his knuckles connected with Fleur’s jaw. The clack of her teeth knocking together made him wince. Horrified, he remained on top of her and held her face in his hands, examining her.

Frightened she broke into a dead sprint. She could hear the footsteps clomping against the cement, drawing nearer and nearer. She could hear the heavy panting of whoever it was chasing her. They were gaining on her and fast. Lauren began screaming madly “Help! Somebody help!” But no one came. She felt two firm hands grasp her arms, they pulled her down causing her to hit her head against the cement with a bang. It was gushing blood getting everywhere, all over her hair her hands, and running into her eyes. Realizing someone had attacked her Lauren began fighting viciously. Without being able to see due to the blood her aim was off and she was causing little damage to her attacker.

Lunabelle cried into Lydia’s lap while they sat on a bench. Claude stood next to them, tightly crossing his arms with frustration. It was unfair, unfair that Alis had to sacrifice herself for Claude’s stupid self. He just wanted to shout at the top of his lungs, wrecking everything around him. But no, he just punched the pillar that held up the tent.

Her eyes closed, her heart beating faster than normal, a sharp tang was piercing through her flesh; her muffled screams, an unavailing attempt to suppress her agony, were nothing more than a pathetic depiction of her strength, her failure to endure true pain—since it was beyond her capable sufferance. She failed to withhold. Terrifying ululations erupted from her as it ripped through her—a cloud of shadow blurring her vision as it begin to take form in front of her. When it was done its transcendence, Cadence collapsed effortlessly on the ground, breathing erratically.

Makayla sees them pull the dog off the man but all that is left is a bloody, empty robe, no body. She can feel the blood soaking through her fingers that she hasn't realized is clutching her arm. Everything still moves slowly, Dash backing away with low growls, his mouth dripping blood; the prince rushing over to her with frantic, angry eyes as he pries her hand away from her arm; the guards shouting at each other to secure the rest of the royals.

Adriana as Malise held Levy in the air with her right hand, purple shadows like things wrapped around her hand and Levy became paler and paler as she yelled, “No! No! Please don’t him! Please put Gajeel down!”

Esme gazes up towards her attacker, deep set gray eyes avoid her gaze and mousey hair that falls over his forehead in wisps. Esme kicks her legs with might, but his grip remains unchanged and unmoved. Every breath grows labored and every second seems endless, as the sound of waves grows closer and battle fades away once again.

She couldn’t comprehend what had just occurred directly before her eyes. “At least I still have you Oscar” she muttered through her relentless sobbing. Suddenly, a dark cloud formed overhead. This was especially peculiar. It had been an immensely bright and sunny day. But nevertheless, an unexpected bolt of lightning crashed down and struck Alphonsé. The caterpillar smoked and sizzled in Bella’s palm. The exceedingly traumatized, little girl was now wailing hysterically due to the awful tragedy that her eyes had just

Genevieve nearly jumped out of her seat. “You want to use me as your weapon?I have no power what so ever!”

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?" Her furious green eyes glared into his nonchalant ones.

"He kept it in his desk, but I think it's been lost since the battle. Gwen, he was so distraught when he first found it. I think he must have thought the worst."

Gooseberry said shakily, but with growing strength “ Y- You don’t scare me Cat!” he hissed.